"Life is not about living a lifetime, not about living years, months, days, but rather those fleeting moments."
The Soviet writer Pasternak once uttered this profound saying.
At this moment, Zhou Sinin was held in a man's arms, with a faint scent lingering around her nostrils.
Chanel Bleu, a light and fresh aroma.
She was certainly familiar with it.
It was the perfume she had carefully selected and gifted to Lu Jincheng during a shopping trip.
A scent is a wonderful thing, like an immutable coordinate in the universe.
A specific perfume used repeatedly during a certain period could, even after a long time, swiftly transport Zhou Sinin back to a particular scenario.
She suddenly remembered that day.
Arm in arm with Lu Jincheng, in front of them were bottles of perfume, whereupon she sprayed each on her index finger and brought it close to the tip of her nose.
That aroma, fragrant yet slightly woody, seemed to encapsulate a moment in time.
